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Happiest Birthday to one of my favorite author

Franz Kafka

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I AM GONNA THE CHANGE THE SETUP OF THIS ACCOUNT..

THE CONTENTS ARE GOING TO BE UNHINGED..

LOWKEY GONNA TURN IT INTO A YOUTUBE CHANNEL

The bangali girl urge to post pics like her but I don't click pictures.. She is so pretty my goodness.. (She lost a little weight, tell me the secret please.✨✨) you lovely didibhai🦋🦋🦋. You are really beautiful!! Like wow!! 🦋🍂

Cycling 🚴🏻

The most relaxing but the most body storming work. I love cycling. I wanna drive a Harley Davidson but my height is short so my leg won't reach the ground if I get into a harley. I wanna drive a THAR as well (not dreaming of mercedes or ferrari because I don't have or don't want soooo much in my life, just a simple four wheeler which will be driven by me, will work). To brief things out, I don't wanna be a passenger, I wanna be the driver. I want to be solely depended to myself because no one is going to save me when I will fight my depression, my anxiety, my fears, my mistakes and so on.

I was in class 10th when I learned how to ride a bicycle. Within 7days Iearned the whole stuff. Less than one year I went for a long but short drive with my cycle. Just me and my cycle. My mom wants to make me self-depended before being independent. She makes me do my works all by myself.

I was in class 9th when my father tried to make me learn how to ride a bicycle. In first try I failed. Practically I fell down from my cycle and he scolded me. The next day, same scenario and he gave me two tight slaps as well as gave me a good beating and (to be specific) on the road in front of random public. One random aunty came up and told my father, "at one go, no one can do anything, even you failed in things on your first try". Coming back home I cried a lot and that day was the end of my cycling. Then again in class 10th my mother hired an aunty to make me learn cycle and I learned.

Now I take my cycle everywhere except school. My father takes me to school in his Royal Enfield. In future I will ride that bike. Damn I got chills with the thoughts of it.

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"I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life." -Virginia Woolf.

A stranger who's laughter I recignise in a room full of people.

on a march aternoon, we became strangers. now i hold back my smile when i see you from across the street. now i don't go running, recklessly crossing the street unbothered of the traffic. i pretend to forget the birthday i once planned surprises on. i still have your playlist, but now it's two separate devices the songs are being played on. i still read your favourite book. i still play your favourite sport. in a room full of people, i can still recognise your laughter.

it's better this way, apart, because in a room full of people, you will never recognise my voice, even if my heart is calling out your name. to you, i will be one of the many you charmed. to me, you'll be the only one i ever let my guards down for. so it's better this way, apart.

“So when you don’t get what you want, how do you convince yourself that it’s okay when it’s not?”

“Simple. I say to myself that I’m not ready yet.”

“Ready for what?”

“Ready for all the wonderful things I’m dreaming about. Yes, it’d have been lovely to have everything my dear heart wishes for. But there is a time for everything. So until that time comes, I might as well make myself more worthy.”

“Maybe, it’s good in a way. Not everyone gets that time for themselves.”

©Jaser Rambles

My biggest fear is attachment.

Getting attached to temporary people.

Waking up one day and finding that they aren’t here anymore.

Spending all my time on things that aren’t destined to be mine.

Putting all my energy and passion into goals and dreams that aren’t meant to be.

I fear that i spend too much time walking in the wrong destination.

I fear the heartbreak.

“Cold men destroy women… They woo them with something personable that they bring out for show, something annexed to their souls like a fake greenhouse, lead you in, and you think you see life and vitality and sun and greenness, and then when you love them, they lead you out into their real soul, a drafty, cavernous, empty ballroom, inexorably arched and vaulted and mocking you with its echoes — you hear all you have sacrificed, all you have given, landing with a loud clunk. They lock the greenhouse and you are as tiny as a figure in an architect’s drawing, a faceless splotch, a blur of stick limbs abandoned in some voluminous desert of stone.”

— Lorrie Moore, Self-Help

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